He's just more flexible when it comes to dancing

[more_flexible]

Jack found the package addressed to him and scurried off to his room to open it. He wasn't used to getting gifts. In fact, he hadn't gotten one since...well, there was Christmas, but he hadn't been given anything since Jane baked him a pie all his own.

He unwrapped it carefully and poured over the records and just stared at the player for a long time. It was surreal, this thing that really wasn't anything spectacular and yet he was so happy he couldn't stop smiling. After a long time of just exploring it, he took an LP out of it's cover and laid it on the turntable. A few cranks of the handle and it began to spin, Moonlight Serenade spilling out his door and down the stairs.

[for those treehouse people who want a dance]

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[misanthrope_md]

House must have overslept because it was the music that woke him up. Grumbling half-heartedly (because at least it was good music), he pulled on a shirt and grabbed his cane. Then he limped barefoot up the stairs.

He hadn't been up here much since the stairs were a pain in the ass, but he recognized that the music was coming from Jack's room. He paused in the doorway. "Where'd that come from?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"It was just here this morning," he grinned, hands pushed deep into his pockets. "I love Glenn Miller. Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" he asked as he closed his eyes, swaying to the music.

[misanthrope_md]

House looked behind him - made absolutely sure that no one was around - and then slipped an arm around Jack's waist and swayed with him. "Record players popping out of thin air, eh? That's promising."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He leaned back into the touch, eyes still closed. "It is. And look. I didn't just get Glenn Miller. There's more than a dozen albums," he said as he laid his hand over Greg's, pressing it into his stomach.

[misanthrope_md]

"That's... awesome," House said appreciatively. "I approve of your taste in music."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Oh, really?" he asked, turning on his heel and spinning around to face Greg. "You like to swing?" he asked with a sly smile.

[misanthrope_md]

House lifted an eyebrow. "That depends if you're talking about dancing or sex."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'm talking about dancing," he chuckled.

[misanthrope_md]

"Well... I guess you could say I used to. I mean, I've always liked the music, and I was with Stacy during that brief period that swing was all the rage again; she made me take her dancing a few times."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack slipped his arm around Greg's waist, swaying softly. "Two-step or waltz?" he offered.

[misanthrope_md]

"Waltz, I suppose. That I can do..." House sighed a little. "Not that I love dancing or anything, mind you. But it would be nice to be able to swing a girl around if I wanted to, you know?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'm no girl," he teased, easing back out of Greg's arms to sift through the records. "A waltz it is, then."

He changed the record and the Andrews Sisters began to sing soft and sweet about dancing with her darling to the Tennessee waltz as Jack caught Greg in his arms again.

[misanthrope_md]

"You know, I'd never danced with a man before coming here. How the hell are you supposed to know who leads?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I lead," he replied, eyebrows rising. "I always lead."

And that's all there was to it as he took Greg by the hand, his other finding his waist.

[misanthrope_md]

"Well that hardly seems fair," House muttered, but made no further complaint.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack pulled him closer, holding him tightly. "Get used to it," he shrugged.

[misanthrope_md]

"How is it that we work? Two men who both like to be in control?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Because I pick my battles," he smirked. "I don't like fighting with you, Greg."

[misanthrope_md]

House snorted. "I should have figured you were just humoring me." One of his hands slid down and rested on Jack's ass.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack leveled his eyes upon Greg's. "I could, you know, not," he said darkly serious. "You really want everything to be a battle?"

[misanthrope_md]

House blinked. "I was joking, Jack."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"No. I really don't think you were," he purred, holding him closer. "You like to win too much."

[misanthrope_md]

"Well of course I do. As do you, apparently."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Don't there need to be stakes?" he asked as he craned his head to the side, teeth grazing lightly against Greg's neck. "Something to lose?"

[misanthrope_md]

House sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. "Pride?"